My Blood Belongs to Them
Elara has spent her entire life believing she was ordinary.
No past. No memories beyond what her father chose to tell her. No family, except for the quiet man who raised her far away from everything—and everyone. The only piece of her mother she has ever known is a silver locket she has worn since childhood, a fragile reminder of a life lost in a fire she cannot remember.
A fire that took everything.
Or so she was told.
But ordinary lives don’t come with shadows that feel alive.
They don’t come with instincts that whisper danger before it arrives.
And they certainly don’t come with monsters watching from the dark.
Everything changes the night Elara takes the wrong path home.
What she sees should be impossible—a man feeding on another under the cover of darkness, something inhuman in the way he moves, in the way he looks at blood like it’s life itself. Terrified, she runs. But fear makes mistakes, and mistakes make noise.
And noise… gets you noticed.
When the vampire realizes she was there—watching—he does something that should not be possible.
He hesitates.
Because he didn’t sense her.
Didn’t hear her.
Didn’t smell her.
To a creature that hunts by instinct, that alone is enough to make her dangerous.
Or irresistible.
What should have been a quick kill turns into something else entirely. Curiosity. Obsession. Hunger sharpened by the unknown.
Because Elara is the first human he has ever encountered who feels like… nothing.
And yet, somehow, everything.
Before he can decide what to do with her, something else intervenes.
Something stronger.
Wilder.
A man with golden eyes and a presence that feels like a storm barely contained.
A wolf.
He arrives not as a savior—but as something equally dangerous. Territorial. Protective. Possessive in a way that makes no sense for someone who has just met her.
But the moment he looks at Elara, something shifts.
Not recognition.
Not exactly.
But close enough to be terrifying.
Now caught between two predators, Elara is thrust into a world she never knew existed—one ruled by blood, instinct, and ancient rivalries between creatures that were never meant to coexist.
Vampires, who crave control and power.
Werewolves, who live by instinct and loyalty.
And somewhere between them…
Her.
Because as much as she wants to run, to escape, to return to the life she thought she had—
They won’t let her.
The vampire is drawn to her in a way he cannot explain. Her presence defies his nature, disrupts his senses, and ignites a hunger deeper than blood. He tells himself it’s curiosity.
It’s not.
The wolf feels it too—but differently. Where the vampire sees mystery, the wolf feels something primal. A pull that settles deep in his bones, urging him to protect, to claim, to keep her close at all costs.
Even if she doesn’t belong to his world.
Even if she doesn’t understand why.
As tensions rise between them, Elara finds herself trapped in a dangerous game she doesn’t understand—one where she is both the prize and the secret.
Because the truth about her isn’t just hidden from the world.
It was hidden from her.
The locket she wears… isn’t just a memory.
It’s a seal.
A protection.
A lie.
And the more time she spends near them, the more that protection begins to weaken.
Strange things start to happen.
Unexplainable feelings. Flickers of something beneath her skin. Moments where the world feels sharper, louder, more alive than it should.
Like something inside her is waking up.
Something that was never meant to be found.
But the real danger isn’t just what she is.
It’s what her blood means.
Because in a world where power is everything, Elara’s existence could change the balance between species.
Her blood is not just rare.
It’s coveted.
Addictive.
Dangerous.
The kind of power that could make monsters fall… or destroy everything they are.
And now that she has been seen—
She cannot be unseen.
The vampire wants her.
The wolf refuses to let her go.
And neither of them is willing to walk away.
